No charm can sway

A heart already let out to every dog, bred and stray

Are those flowers you hide ?

Let them go, they wilt on the night’s other side



This veil doesn’t hide, it begs the passerby 

To pay the price of a moment’s loss of disguise

Fawning and fussing over ribbons and laces

What do I know?  I was the trophy at races

That piece of paper you clutch on to  so dearly,

Hand it to me now, at least this, do it fearlessly.

Is there anything left to be said

I doubt if mystique is your best bet

Go home dearest, this place reeks

Of disease, of death and of rape on streets

Go back to a place where sadness is still a song

Where there is still right and hopefully still a wrong.





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